thinking a lot about the pipeline from “i’m so in love that i might stop breathing” to “every breath feels like rarest air / when you’re not sure if he wants to be there” to “but as she was leaving, it felt like breathing”
You didn't go number one? Try harder. Make a better album. Work on your craft. Build a fanbase. Taylor didn't get a number one song until her 4th studio album, and she didn't get it by shit talking her peers in the music industry (she got it for shit talking her ex boyfriend and his taste in indie music)
i'm curious how many people also don't experience cramps as their main symptom, because back pain is the worst for me by far it's usually how i can tell my period is coming up too
the manuscript ending the album on the utter jawdrop moment that neither of the muses of the actual album were the first men to fuck her up with promises of marriage and babies, and that first heartbreak so long ago laid the scene for the woman she would become and the ways she would approach love and how we all watched her life like scenes in a show but she kept coming back to the manuscript of the first torrid affair that ruined her, to bookend an album about two love affairs that destroyed her utterly in almost the exact same way, because all her muses are acquired like bruises........ it's bone-chilling
I'm laughing with my lover, making forts under covers -> I'm still on that tightrope, I'm still trying everything to get you laughing at me -> I stopped trying to make him laugh, stopped trying to drill the safe